THE CRUEL WOMAN AND THE LUCKLESS DOG--THE BAD BOY WITH A DOG
AND A BLACK EYE-WHERE DID YOU STEAL HIM?--ANGELS DON'T BREAK
DOGS' LEGS--A WOMAN WHO BREAKS DOGS' LEGS HAS NO SHOW WITH
ST. PETER--ANOTHER BURGLAR SCARE--THE GROCERY DELIVERY MAN
SCARED.

"Hello!" said the grocery man to the bad boy, as he came in with a black
eye, leading a hungry looking dog that was walking on three legs, and
had one leg tied up with a red silk handkerchief. "What is this--a part
of your amateur theater? Now you get out of here with that dog, mighty
quick. A boy that hurts dogs so they have to have their legs tied up, is
no friend of mine," and the grocery man took up a broom to drive the dog
out doors.

"There, you calm, yourself," says the boy to the grocery man, as the dog
got behind the boy and looked up at the grocery man as though he was
not afraid as long as the bad boy was around. "Set up the crackers and
cheese, sausage, and pickles, and everything this dog wants to eat--he
is a friend of mine--that dog is my guest, and those are my splints on
his broken leg, and that is my handkerchief that my girl gave me, wound
around it, and you touch that dog except in the way of kindness, and
down comes your house." And the boy doubled up his fists as though he
meant business.

"Poor doggie," said the grocery man, as he cut off a piece of sausage
and offered it to the dog, which was declined with thanks, expressed by
the wagging tail. "Where did you steal him?"

"I didn't steal him, and he is no cannibal. He won't eat your sausage!"
and the boy put up his elbow as though to ward off on imaginary blow.
"You see, this dog was following off a pet dog that belonged to a woman,
and she tried to shoo him away, but he wouldn't shoo. This dog did not
know that he was a low born, miserable dog, and had no right to move in
the society of an aristocratic pet dog, and he followed right along. He
thought this was a free country, and one dog was as good as another, and
he followed that woman and her pet dog right into her door yard. The pet
dog encouraged this dog, and he went in the yard, and when the woman got
up on the steps she threw a velocipede at this dog and broke his leg,
and then she took up her pet and went in the house so she wouldn't hear
this dog howl. She is a nice woman, and I see her go to meeting every
Sunday with a lot of morocco books in her hands, and once I pumped the
organ in the church where she goes,